A Runewright Upon Your Shores Has Landed

To my fellows from the world's other bosom,

Vast seas have I crossed to reach this your most fascinating land, to learn the names of the animals which in it dwell, of the plants which in it grow, and most of all of you, its folk.

Ravenous waves devoured the tools of my art, yet the runewright's labor does not with his hands end – for he endlessly strives the world to explore, its mysteries to comprehend. Thus if you wish to stay a while and converse with a traveler from far-off Ofier, I invite you to my tent, which I have pitched by a mill near the village named Brunwich.

Praised be the world in its never-ending creation.